kreativpolycap

So do you believe in a supernatural power? Yes right, you probably have adapted to live with the question your entire life. But sincerely do you? Why! Atheist. I may not crucify them but I sure will cast the first stone against the unwillingness to the facts. What facts? Let me break it down. Randomly. Matter can only change form but doesn’t disappear. Humans are a great composition of complex elements majorly Carbon, Oxygen and Hydrogen. Scientists will attest to this. And from proven documentations I won’t mince words. The environment or ecology as referred to by Scientists; runs the show or so they perceive of it. Nature feeds on nature and the cycle recycles. Life and death is a process to manage nature and keep the ecosystem in check. That’s, in a nutshell, what science has on the happenings around you. Disciples to this know no less that nature takes care of itself and science simply documents this thesis. There’s the other bunch that believes in what they see. We are aliv

A white glossy cube is what defines my world Chained away from others for their own safety and they say am safe Bright Buffy walls to cushion my acoustics for they know am noisy Creepy metallic chains all over the floor, am I that violent! So in my lonely cube I scribble Decorate the void and give it a life These walls speak I resurrect words that give life to the walls My home is warm The family is gathered We conversed Do we need to move? The house is getting smaller You call this solitude I know it makes me solid in a cube Solo and in gratitude for the earth mother Soliloquy and monologue are my only friends We seat at my board table Able to change the world outside Retarded? No, am taking a break from the true retards in society I’ll chain them with the tools on my floor These walls will voice my speech Am tired I need my sleep The family will give my peace Leave and tell the world about me These walls speak; the scribbled word

Sorrows of joy Bound in tears that can’t roll An alloy of pain and no gain These streets are mean As I stare through the casement maybe to Catch a glimpse of hope But no The grinding the gnashing Metallic pounds Dusty spheres Smoky… Smoked out the sight out of me So I turn to my melodies La la la – la la la la la- la – la… Something’s a miss I can’t get the bridge The melody is not right I might change it Can I? Am confused I can’t make the song the cry Yet I can’t see them coming down my eyes The pain within The fears foreseen The tiring limbs… Held together in this crumbling scene, Oh my, these streets are mean.

A young lady goes for driving lessons. Her feet are well on the pedals. Lady:    what happens when I lift my left leg? Instructor:    the vehicle will move… Lady:    what if I lift the right? Instructor:    the vehicle will halt… Lady:     and what if I lift both legs? Instructor:    (smiles kinkily) you get your Driving License first thing tomorrow!!!! Don’t ask me how…. try it…..

I hear voices Sounds, shouts, screams Sometimes mellow Soothing enough to have me lay At times thumping, rocking Nerve racking It feels as cracking my cranium But the breaking gets me up Letting my brain flow out juices That bleed onto this paper Am shaking The words channeled through are tremendous I can’t get to choose properly Am afraid of being arrested And charged with misuse of words But the juice is blotting the paper Crying Are there any deprived out there? The blood is too much, I need a bank But I won’t donate The voices, the juice, the words, the blood….. Lay me in a fantasy Ecstasy, I can’t stop Please hold me, am loosing it But yeah; I am words, they can’t stop it.  kreativ 060411

….a land of laborers, a land of free and ignorant immigrants a land that harbors the Dark Continent A continent dark enough not to offer anything meaningful….this is Africa The list is endless and claims are all but a proof of sincere jealousy Yes the words used by the exotic races to depict ‘the dark continent’ A continent that they’ll forever yearn to continuously rule The words are but their way of making us look ugly and have contempt for what is rightfully ours Ours and cannot be taken by none None for that is what culture or lack of culture means to them….. Africa is a rich land…… Indeed the products coming out of the said continent is but priceless And to imagine that it all ends up in their markets only for us to receive spills of their profits And then they call it donor funding….there is nothing of the sort The truth here is that the kind of leadership that exists in our land, practically offers the opportunity for the ever opportunistic white to sw

give me the scripture, and i'll read the Bible give me a scroll, and mankind will realize his past give me the lighter and i'll probably burn down BAT give me the mic, and i'll tell all about Him give me a pen and i'll write it all but wait i have a pen. . . did i write it down stole the mic but kept it lit a furnace but ended up charred visited the museum but the scroll was too dusty had the word but never understood it what was that i wanted. . . . . . . .